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The devil rides out
01:11
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You read my eyes like an open book
And see my soul at every look
My tears, my fears, that no one can see
You made them yours then they disappeared
But I can see the rictus you try to hide
Behind the awful mask of the perfect bride
I know that your inner voice deals with cyanide
One day you will lead me to my last ride
I wanna see the devil inside you X4
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Embrace my O-Goshi
01:24
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Strong feet, strong hips
I can see your fractured pelvis
No protein, no shit
For 3 weeks you'll cry like fat Elvis
Chorus:
Embrace my O-Goshi!
Don't talk shit, don't worry I'll be quick
You're just my 16th
O-goshi of the week
There will be blood on the tatami
I will cut you like a sashimi
You're gonna cry in the dojo
Kicking you right in the torso
Chorus
High kick, low kick oÔ, oÔ, oÔ
Deadlier than skate and destroy
Your eyes out of your eye-sockets
My fist like a skyrocket
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Under the arc of a weather stain boards,
Ancient goblins, and warlords,
Come out of the ground, not making a sound,
The smell of death is all around,
And the night when the cold wind blows,
No one cares, nobody knows.
I don't want to be buried in a Pet Sematary,
I don't want to live my life again.
Follow Victor to the sacred place,
This ain't a dream, I can't escape,
Molars and fangs, the clicking of bones,
Spirits moaning among the tombstones,
And the night, when the moon is bright,
Someone cries, something ain't right.
The moon is full, the air is still,
All of a sudden I feel a chill,
Victor is grinning, flesh rotting away,
Skeletons dance, I curse this day,
And the night when the wolves cry out,
Listen close and you can hear me shout.
I don't want to be buried in a Pet Sematary,
I don't want to live my life again.
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Stand out of my sunlight
02:56
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I'm a rock in your shoe
The mirror of your inner lose
No one can hurt me
Look at you, I'm free
(Pray to your gods I want anarchy
Barking like a dog I spit on your ideologies) X2
He's the first punk in history
Father of Joey, Dee Dee, Tommy and Johnny
Living in a jar with living rats
Like a bum in a russian dead squat
Thousand years before 77
There was only hell, no place for heaven
Only interested by wine and poems
Sodomized at ten to become a man
I don't wanna be a lighthouse in the storm
The trash, the filth is my new kingdom
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Stupid Karate Lille, France
Just four dudes playing fast songs.
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